Monday, March 30, 2009


I guess I'm the creep.
You've got a roof, walls, floor, and a killer skyline view if you could bring yourself to look at it.
But you can't, because I'm here and you can't stop looking.
I'm a missing chip in a classic painting.
I'm a loose thread in a wedding dress.
I'm a deep scar on a beautiful woman.
I'm here and you can't stop looking.
And yeah I hear her screaming up from 57th Street, but those cries sound petty and pathetic from up here.
And yeah I know I've got 360 degrees of television sets, but I'm dialed in to your channel.
I only wish you'd hesitated before closing the curtains.